As I sit and listen
to the stereo
my mind drifts to
and fro
Ain't it odd the
way a song
can take you for
a ride along
Memory Lane and the
Street of Dreams
It brings back what
you mean to me
If I had a wish,
you would be here
sitting in that vacant
chair
Not just living in
my heart
or a photograph or
smart remark
When I remember days
gone by
I know we never said
goodbye
So here's to you,
my dear Friend
to memories and feelings
without end
to diamonds that
are rough outside
to never really knowing
why
to knowledge, friendship,
life and truth
But most of all,
Here's To YOU
In memory of my friend, Mark Crose
June 24, 1962 - June 15, 1992
copyright
1995 Ken Walters
published
1995 by Frankfort High School
Class
of 1980, Reunion Book
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